He fractured my cheekbone, snapped
my glasses in two, and you sit there
hoping your perfect world stays fucking
You don't give a shit about what happened
to my face, the mark that I can feel under my
skin, the money it cost to replace the glasses
I need to see with.
I was branded, marked, traumatised and left
with nightmares that still haunt me. Two weeks
ago he hit me then reported me for assault when
I never even touched him.
I hit his glasses and they went in my wellies, he
broke my glasses and damaged my face. Am
I seriously the only one who feels the extent of
the damage he did?
You should be on my side, not his, and yet you
sit there like a village idiot, hoping that if we all
stay quiet this will all blow over and we'll go back
to how we used to be.
And me? I have to live my life knowing I never got
justice for the injuries I received, never getting any
compensation for my broken glasses - and that's
all right because your world's ok.